Sometimes, it feels like I can't help but blame myself for some of the mistakes I've made. But tonight, I'm out and about, yes while a bit drunk, on a mission to find Mickey. In this blurry state of mind, I want to make it clear that Mickey is the one who truly matters to me. My exes, they meant nothing in comparison. Mickey is the love of my life, the one who holds my heart. I may be a little drunk, but I'll do whatever it takes to find him and make things right. Sure, I've messed up more times than I can count, but Mickey is the truest love I've ever known. He's the one who sees me, understands me, and accepts me for who I am. And that's worth fighting for, always. So, here I am, stumbling through the south side, looking for Mickey. No matter what it takes, I'll keep searching, because he's the piece that completes me.
I tasted you quickly the first time. I did again everytime we were together again. That taste on my lips, in my head made me go on into the dark times hoping that I had another kiss from you, your lips on mine again.
Isn't a hope anymore now. I can kiss you whenever I want.
I love you, Ian. ❤ I'm happy that we're happy and free.💚💙
I know I don't say often. And probably now I'm a bit high to say it and maybe tomorrow I'll delete this...
*spoiler: I didn't deleted because I didn't remembered about this the next morning*